Bike: Japanese Retro, shaft drive a bonus, low seat and lightweight. Old and well used. Currently a scruffy 1992 XV535.
Custom Work: Luggage rack, topbox with extra reflective tape. Heated Grips, wider mirrors, fender extensions.
Helmet: White HJC Ben Spies race rep, because animal skulls and damask patterns are cool. And it’s light, cheap, and exhibits Sharp stars.
Eyewear: Black plastic glasses, ironic that they came from specsavers bottom shelf and have a real proscription. Pinlock and Yamaha race rep sunstrip on clear or smoke tint visor.
Facial Expression: Hidden behind chinbar and foggy mask.
Facial Hair: Apathy beard, shaving is time I could be fixing bike or drinking coffee.
Clothing: Black, mostly gore-tex or equivalent, mix of textiles and leather. Occasional stick-on retro-reflective star. Tough and utilitarian touring kit.
Footwear: Retro high-leg motorcycle boots, from Altberg so fully armoured and CE certified
Accessories: flame pattern buff, spare visor
Tattoos: None, due to chronic indecisiveness.
Bitch: Filthy redhead, has battlecry of ATGATT, missing some kit…
Average ride: Twenty miles down back lanes because through town is being dug up / full of traffic / infested with imbeciles, inevitably a social call or to the supermarket.